Well, the sky is ashy white
And the fields are burning bright
When all we love, fades out of sight
Pray for rain

The lake is going down
Lord, to make a greener ground
For all the folks who live in town
Pray for rain

Pray, Lord, pray for rain
Pray, pray for rain

Well, the creek is going dry
And the towers are built so high
There the devil sits on high
Pray for rain

The lake is going down
To make a greener ground
For the folks who live in town
Pray for rain

Pray, Lord, pray for rain
Pray, pray for rain